Who in their right mind would turn down a trip to the white Island? It took me about three seconds to jump on board. Getting up at 4am may not rock my world, but when the boat is steaming towards Ibiza, you just smile and sail away.

The crew had already been on set for four days, snapping locations for the Swimwear Shimmer part of the shoot. I was booked for a full day to model two long gowns as part of the Summer Dream set. We were based at a gorgeous seven-bed villa situated on a hill bordering San Antonio. The outside bar was right beside the thronged pool area, shadowed by glorious bougainvillea; when you see that fuchsia, you know you’ve arrived.

While the biggest watermelon was prepared for breakfast, I got ready for make up. The shoot was taking place in the private garden that overlooked San Antonio bay, where the bluest sky met the bluest waters as far as the eye could see. No time to stare though, we were rolling as soon as I was dressed.

Please ignore anyone who claims that modeling is easy. For three hours I was suspended from an old swing, upside down, hair all over the place, wearing a full-length, multi-layered Badgley Mischka that was too incredible for words. I was swinging under fully powered sun and feeling seasick, but somehow loving every minute of it, that is how powerful such a dress can be.

Marianella Schulz, the photographer, might not have been impressed by my height but she loved my patience. I remained dedicated right up until her last click, but I would have collapsed earlier if I had not minded grass staining such a work of art. Luckily for all involved, Marianella was very happy with the pictures and none of us offered any resistance to an afternoon by the pool.

The second shoot was a lot steadier than the morning swing. It took place on rocks that were a little tricky but the vibe around was pure chill out and contagious. We were shooting at Café del Mar, a legendary bar that offers one of the best sunset views from the island. Add the best cocktail menu, along with live, noninvasive shows and a huge crowd simply relaxing and catching their breath and you can’t go wrong.

Round two of Summer Dreaming didn’t need much prep because the lens was looking directly into the sun. It didn’t need any makeup either because I was four shades darker than when I had landed that morning. Being shot in profile, my dark silhouette contrasted against another glorious dress, this time by Georges Hobeika. It was so light that I felt nude, not naked, but comfortably nude. The minimal breeze was a treat for Marianella and her chosen picture had me bending over backwards with my then curly hair floating over the top layer of the dress.

It was almost midnight by the time we got changed into flip flops, the shortest mini-skirts, day-glow underwear (please note: not moi) sunnies and half a dozen necklaces (each). If there is somewhere you can get away with such attire, it is Ibiza. The party carried on into San Antonio town, which is where it hits you. Until then, I could have been anywhere else; tranquil, appeased, too quiet even.

We took up an invitation to a night at Manumission and it is a capital sin to miss them; everyone must experience at least one. Amnesia is an awesome club and another legend from the island that doesn’t sleep during summertime. Just make sure you bring an open mind. I got back to the villa with just enough time to pack and say ‘adios’ as everyone else went to sleep. I managed to briefly meet Marissa, a gorgeous green eyed girl originally from Mozambique whose shoot was not due until that night.

Then I had to head back to England and university life. With a little tear in my heart I looked back from the taxi as it sped off towards the airport. The crew was awesome and it helped that the place and the vibe of Ibiza is, and always will be, forever summertime.